Александр Городницкий - Принцесса Береника
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The forest has no blueberries
And the moss is growing.
Princess Berenik
He lives on Okhta.
The roadsides are covered there
Failure-grass.
We are very concerned
Her fate.

In a two -room apartment
She lives
To the bus "Four"
There is only one
And rubber heel -
The whole trace of her
The smoke floats gasoline -
And she is not.

And the path without songs is difficult for us,
No matter how you hide.
On the street midday
The tram rings.
And I am to my indicated
Fate is used to
And there are no fairy tales in the world
And Berenik.